"Dust-gray to orange-red,
— TriQuarterly (@TriQuarterlyMag) March 5, 2018
earthenware and stoneware,
there’s a task for broken poets:
Geophagy. Ravenous,
I could stand to be less stubborn.
Rocks weather, rise through ledges,
clay in my mercenary mouth."
"Clay" by Heather Dobbins-Combs, https://t.co/wgKHWLgp01